Love wants everything without condition, love has no law.
Gather, gather your youth: Just like this flower, old age Your beauty will wither.
Live now, believe me, wait not till tomorrow; Gather the roses of life today.
Gather the roses of life today.
When you are very old, and sit in the candle - light at evening spinning by the fire, you will say, as you murmur my verses, a wonder in your eyes, 'Ronsard sang of me in the days when I was fair.
My guitar, I sing of thee 'Tis with thee that I decoy And ensnare enchantingly the ladies I enjoy.